Conqueror's Haki was essentially a mortal version of Kamui—a real-world minion de-plasmator capable of completely ignoring numbers.
Any weak-willed individual might collapse from a mere raised eyebrow of a domineering person, knocked unconscious by sheer presence.
Moreover, the Conqueror's domineering aura came with blessings for everyone around—an ability that made Sebastian Xiao salivate.
And the most important part? Handsomeness. Being strong only lasts a moment; being handsome lasts a lifetime.
Conqueror's Haki could bless anything, and every movement exuded a sense of majesty—heaven-sent for someone with chuunibyou tendencies.
Unfortunately, Xiao had been a middle-schooler before time travel. Not seriously, but he had the usual otaku fantasies—a small flaw, perhaps, that every nerd carried.
In fact, once he confirmed Wapol Xiao was from the One Piece world, the very first thing Sebastian Xiao coveted was this ability. Even more than the Munch-Munch Fruit.
And he never doubted Wapol Xiao's capacity to awaken such powers.
Of course, Xiao didn't have much confidence in himself. After all, he was a salted fish. A salty fish with newfound strength, yes—but still a salty fish. (T:N A salted fish is someone who likes to slack off.)
He didn't want to rule the world. He didn't want to destroy it. He didn't even want to awaken the thoughts of alien natives.
Hence, the kingly magnanimity required to activate Conqueror Domineering Energy wasn't his concern.
What Sebastian Xiao truly trusted was his Daluo Dao fragment.
In a world dominated by blood and fate—like the pirates'—he could find no bloodline and no destiny nobler than that of Da Luo.
"Da" meant vast, immeasurable; "Luo" meant net, encompassing.
Da Luo was infinite, embracing everything. Omniscient. Omnipotent.
Even a fragment of this existence could crush all worldly powers.
For Xiao, a fragment of Da Luo conferred nobility above even the celestial dragons.
Activating Conqueror's Haki wasn't hard—it was natural.
On the other hand, Armament Haki and Observation Haki—abilities that required painstaking training—were far more difficult.
Because, of course, Xiao hated working hard.
Considering Wapol Shaw's three-meter-tall, muscle-bound frame, Xiao couldn't immediately determine if he was a strongman with a silver gun in the pirate world—or a true devil in human form.
With the old man's concealment abilities, distinguishing reality from illusion was extremely difficult.
"The artillery continues bombardment! All other units enter Dimensional Space for tactical insertions—divide and disrupt enemy forces!"
Xi Hanmei, seeing Sebastian Xiao remain silent, thought for a moment before continuing.
The Wapol Army's superior weapons made a head-on fight impossible.
Their only option was to showcase Meng Jijun's true abilities.
It was all she could do. There were too many enemies and too few allies.
And though she was Xiao's wife, the Dimensional Space slowly enhanced her bloodline strength, gradually empowering her.
But she had never truly tested her powers before, so she remained uncertain.
"Yes!"
Meng Jijun, at the front line, returned his firearm to its holster, drew a short, specialized blade from his waist, and vanished in a flash.
Pfft~~~ Pfft~~~ Pfft~~~ Clang~~~
Where Meng Jijun reappeared, the battlefield bloomed with flowers of blood.
The Wapol Army had advanced in dispersed formation to avoid Xiao's artillery—but that sparse advance created a perfect space for assassination.
Soldiers only glimpsed a black shadow before their necks were slit. Blood roses instantly carpeted the battlefield.
Yet this was just the beginning.
Each fallen soldier vanished in a flash of white light. Meng Jijun dragged every body into Dimensional Space, reducing them to elemental nutrients.
Every kill added numerical merit to Meng Jijun's personal page.
These military achievements could later be exchanged for Dragon Kingdom resources.
At this moment, all Meng Jijun cared about were attribute crops to enhance his own strength.
"Are you kidding me? Indigenous people have developed Dimensional Teleportation Devices?"
The Cyberpunk 2077 mercenary teams, watching the scene unfold, panicked.
Meng Jijun moved like a god of death, harvesting lives with impunity.
The mercenaries relied entirely on equipment; against such a force, they had no choice but to feel fear.
Against the technologically superior regular army, they had already considered fleeing—but there was nowhere to run.
Survival meant victory. Nothing else mattered.
On Sebastian Shaw's side, the Wapol Army suffered under relentless artillery and unpredictable assassinations.
But some soldiers weren't actually dying.
Meng Jijun's short blade didn't sever them—it only scratched the surface.
The blade, forged from China's top alloy capable of cutting through iron, had sliced only the outermost layer of fake skin, revealing silver-white metal beneath.
Subcutaneous Armor.
A Cyberpunk 2077 prosthetic, implanted in the muscles and skeleton, enhanced survivability and adaptability, providing protection against injury.
Even Meng Jijun's high-level blades could only leave the tiniest scratches before the armor healed, blending back into the body like living flesh.
"Subcutaneous armor plus Wapol alloys… this is tough. The Wapol Army really does have elites," Xiao muttered.
Using Dimensional Vision, he analyzed every elite's capabilities and felt the first twinge of a headache in this campaign.
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